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tyl regor from warframe?

Tyl Regor from Warframe

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If you're heading to a protest tomorrow, it's important to know your rights. Consult this information from the ACLU. Be peaceful. Be safe. Be careful. Be strong.

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Warframe Miku

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FUCKING getting you! get here so I can get FUCKING get you!

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Have a human!female!Spinister.

Imagine MTMTE characters as women is my kink, don’t judge me.

I imagine Spinister as a tall, muscular tough woman. Crazy and violent as hell too. She chops or shoots everything that looks or sounds “strange”, whether it is a living thing or not.

Machete is hot. Headscarf is hot too.

Knitting helps her relax and concentrate, not that she can find any knitting yarn or needle now.

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It’s been a while, but I finished another Spinister kissu ficlet. Only one left, but for now… Rounding up all the Scavengers with Spinister/Flywheels kissu. A bit different from the others…

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Fanfic: Krok/Spinister

Done as a trade with Fennec.

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K͡r͞ok ̸w͡ás̵ ̢p̴ret̷t͠i̶er w̵i͞t̛h my͜ fa̛c͠e ̀ơn̴ him͟.͜..

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Scavengers and necrobot

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Spinister/Krok - 9

9. Throat kiss

Krok groaned, his whole helm pulsing with dull pain. After having gotten so intimately familiar with that sadistic fraggers “face”, it was a miracle he still had his own.

There were fingers touching the punctured metal, and Krok didn’t bother onlining his optics to confirm it was Spinister, the intense curiousness in the other mech’s field was more than enough. A part of Krok’s muddled processor chimed in that perhaps he should be a little worried, while the rest of it just growled that they had just survived and escaped from the DJD, so having their paranoid, makeshift-medic-slash-the-questionably-least-intelligent-Decepticon-ever-slash-surgical-genius check him wasn’t that bad.

And when he felt Spinister’s bent his helm backwards, Krok didn’t stop that either.

If there was a nuzzle-like touch, the shape of a battle mask pressing against his neck cabling, Krok wasn’t complaining, since he was on his way slipping into the much needed recharge.

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Because the Scavengers aren't Nice People

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been wanting to write Scavengers’ fic.  But I kept having problems when it came to trying to characterize them.  I like the Scavengers, really, or at least their fanon!selves.  But no matter how much fluff I read I can’t get over how they were introduced.  Yeah… 

So, in the spirit of me trying to wrap my head around these guys, here’s a little ficlet - the POV of the Autobot from when we first met the crew.

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December Drabbles - 06

“Are you Krok from Rodion?”

The minibot had appeared out of the crowd of the bar the Scavengers had stumbled into. They were tired, bought the cheapest energon, and were trying to make it last as long as possible.

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Have a human!female!Krok and Fulcrum!

Krok is a field commander, used to be high school football team leader. (Literally) Kicks serious ass. Has cool crew cut (or whatever the hair style is called?). Very patient but stern. I imagine she has sharp cheekbones.

Fulcrum, former technician and survived K-class suicide bomber. Misfire says she looks like Audrey Hepburn (OK this is my head canon don’t judge me). The smallest in the Scavengers. Underwent the k-class surgery didn’t help her look more imposing. Fulcrum has the most plain design among the scavengers, I figure that no one will bother to design fancy uniforms to suicide bombers.

Ahhhhh, now excuse me while go down to draw Crankcase…

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クロック＆フライホイール

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スカベンジャーズのこの２人が好きだ

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Krok

Fulcrum had been glancing over at the Autobot with the nice legs ever since Misfire had dragged him into the bar. Krok had frowned when Misfire had gone to flirt with the minibot bartender and left the techie all alone at the back of the room.

Krok couldn’t exactly come to the bomb’s rescue with Spinister pulling him into his lap. Krok glared at the Autobots that happened to glance his way and was about to send a message to Crankcase to give Fulcrum a rescue until he saw the Autobot the techie had been distracted by walk up and sit at his table.

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Krok

He was having trouble sleeping again.

Krok glared up at the ceiling and listened to the sounds of the mechs around him.

Misfire was snoring loudly, a constant noise throughout the night that never stopped. No doubt that he would be sprawled out on his berth and clutching his warming blanket to his chasis.

Krok sat up slowly and glanced around at his crew. Crankcase and Fulcrum were cuddled together on their berth with Fulcrum’s helm tucked under the pilot’s chin.

Misfire was indeed sprawled out like always, even if he wasn’t on his berth. Grimlock didn’t seem to mind the jet recharging on top of him.

Krok glanced down at Spinister curled around him, smiling at the purr that the medic gave off even in his sleep.